Notes: For Flufftober - Kiss for Good Luck
In which Barry is supposed to give a speech at a forensics conference and everyone is going to support him. And Barry is nervous. Also currently shirtless. (A state of undress Hartley is enjoying.)
Distraction Techniques
"You're shirtless," Hartley observed absently, eyes roving over Barry's bare chest and stomach.
Snorting in amusement, Barry grabbed his shirt off the chair. "You didn't hear a single word I just said, did you?"
"I was listening," Hartley insisted, snatching the shirt away before the speedster could stop him. When Barry just gave him an amused look, Hartley knew that Barry'd let him win that one. "I just... got a bit distracted. By your shirtlessness."
"Which is a state you're not exactly helping with," Barry pointed out. "I'm going to be late if I don't finish dressing and leave soon."
"I wouldn't mind you just going as is," Hartley offered, licking his lips.
"It's a bit chilly out today," Barry drawled.
"Not exactly a drawback from my point of view." Hartley tossed the shirt aside and ran his hands up and down Barry's sides before settling at his waist. Hartley sidled closer. "Make everyone jealous over what they're missing out on." He leaned up, pressing against Barry as he pressed a kiss against his boyfriend's mouth.
"I'm pretty sure Joe would kill me," Barry muttered, dryly. "And do you really want a room full of people seeing me shirtless instead of just you?"
"Good point," Hartley agreed. "We should stay home."
"Then Joe really would kill me." Barry swatted Hartley on the butt and Hartley's eyes glittered at the light spank. "Let me finish getting dressed, okay?"
"Ugh, fine," Hartley grumbled. "Covering you up is such a crime, though. That's the kind of body that has inspired gay sculptors for centuries."
"Too bad you're not a sculptor, then." Barry kissed Hartley on the cheek and then, to Hartley's dismay, sped through getting dressed the rest of the way.
Hartley sighed, but grabbed his own jacket. "I guess we better head on out, then. And don't worry so much about your speech. It'll be fine." He winked and kissed Barry's cheek. "See, I was listening."
Once at the event, Barry's nerves, however, just grew worse again. So when it was time for him to give his speech about the new forensic techniques he'd pioneered in front of the entire conference, Hartley dragged Barry into a kiss that got a few wolf whistles sent their way and a few eye rolls from the friends and family seated at the table with them. "For luck," Hartley told his slightly dazed looking boyfriend. "Not that you need it."
Grinning widely, Barry sauntered up onto the stage and gave his speech without stumbling through a single part of it.
Of course, all Hartley could really think about was how much longer until he could get Barry shirtless again.